No-one could get the better of her; she was bored, and just invented any nonsense that came into her head. Maren gave it up and returned to her work quietly and in deep thought.
She stood crying over her herrings, with the salt tears dropping down into the pickle. She often cried of late, over herself and over the world in general; the people treated her as if she were infected with the plague, poisoning the air round her with their meanness and hate, while as far as she knew she had always helped them to the best of her ability. They did not hesitate in asking her advice when in trouble, though at the same time they would blame _her_ for having brought it upon them--calling her every name they could think of when she had gone. Even the child"s _innocent_ lips called her a witch.
Since Soren"s death sorrow and tears had reddened Maren"s eyes with inflammation and turned her eyelids, but her neighbors only took it as another sign of her hardened witchcraft. Her sight was failing too, and she often had to depend upon Ditte"s young eyes; and then it would happen that the child took advantage of the opportunity and played pranks.
Ditte was not bad--she was neither bad nor good. She was simply a little creature, whose temperament required change. And so little happened in her world, that she seized on whatever offered to prevent herself from being bored to death.
One day something did happen! From one of the big farms, lying at the other side of the common, with woods bounding the sandhills, Maren had received permission to gather sticks in the wood every Tuesday. There was not much heat in them, but they were good enough for making a cup of coffee.
These Tuesdays were made into picnics. They took their meals with them, which they enjoyed in some pleasant spot, preferably by the edge of the lake, and Ditte would sit on the wheelbarrow on both journeys. When they had got their load, they would pick berries or--in the autumn--crab-apples and sloes, which were afterwards cooked in the oven.
Now Granny was ill, having cried so much that she could no longer see--which Ditte quite understood--but the extraordinary part of it was that the water seemed to have gone to her legs, so that she could not stand on them. The little one had to trudge all alone to the forest for the sticks. It was a long way, but to make up for it, the forest was full of interest. Now she could go right in, where otherwise she was not allowed to go, because Granny was afraid of getting lost, and always kept to the outskirts. There were singing birds in there, their twittering sounded wonderful under the green trees, the air was like green water with rays of light in it, and it hummed and seethed in the darkness under the bushes.
Ditte was not afraid, though it must be admitted she occasionally shivered. Every other minute she stopped to listen, and when a dry stick snapped, she started, thrilled with excitement. She was not bored here, her little body was br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with the wonder of it; each step brought her fresh experiences full of unknown solemnity.
Suddenly it would jump out at her with a frightful: pshaw!--exactly as the fire did when Granny poured paraffin over it--and she would hurry away, as quickly as her small feet would carry her, until she came to an opening in the wood.
On one of these flights she came to a wide river, with trees bending over it. It was like a wide stream of greenness flowing down, and Ditte stood transfixed, in breathless wonder. The green of the river she quickly grasped, for this was the color poured down on all trees--and the river here was the end of the world. Over on the other side the Lord lived; if she looked very hard she could just catch a glimpse of his gray bearded face in a thicket of thorns. But how was all this greenness made?
She ran for some distance along the edge of the river, watching it, until she was stopped by two ladies, so beautiful that she had never seen anything like them before. Though there was no rain, and they were walking under the trees in the shadow, they held parasols, on which the sun gleamed through the green leaves, looking like glowing coins raining down on to their parasols. They kneeled in front of Ditte as if she were a little princess, lifting her bare feet and peeping under the soles, as they questioned her.
Well, her name was Ditte. Ditte Mischief and Ditte Goodgirl--and Ditte child o" Man!
The ladies looked at each other and laughed, and asked her where she lived.
In Granny"s house, of course.
"What Granny?" asked the stupid ladies again.
Ditte stamped her little bare foot on the gra.s.s:
"Oh, Granny! that"s blind sometimes "cos she cries so much. Ditte"s own Granny."
Then they pretended to be much wiser, and asked her to go home with them for a little while. Ditte gave her little hand trustingly to one of them and trotted along; she did not mind seeing if they lived on the other side of the river--with the Lord. Then it would be angels she had met.
They went along the river; Ditte, impatient with excitement, thought it would never end. At last they came to a footbridge, arched across the river. At the end of the bridge was a barred gate with railings on each side, which it was impossible to climb over or under. The ladies opened the gate with a key and carefully locked it again, and Ditte found herself in a most beautiful garden. By the path stood lovely flowers in cl.u.s.ters, red and blue, swaying their pretty heads; and on low bushes were delicious large red berries such as she had never tasted before.
Ditte knew at once that this was Paradise. She threw herself against one of the ladies, her mouth red with the juice of the berries, looking up at her with an unfathomable expression in her dark blue eyes and said: "Am I dead now?"
The ladies laughed and took her into the house, through beautiful rooms where one walked on thick soft shawls with one"s boots on. In the innermost room a little lady was sitting in an armchair. She was white-haired and wrinkled and had spectacles on her nose; and wore a white nightcap in spite of it being the middle of the day. "This is our Granny!" said one of the ladies.
"Grandmother, look, we have caught a little wood goblin," they shouted into the old lady"s ear. Just think, this Granny was deaf--her own was only blind.
Ditte went round peeping inquisitively into the different rooms.
"Where"s the Lord?" asked she suddenly.
"What is the child saying?" exclaimed one of the ladies. But the one who had taken Ditte by the hand, drew the little one towards her and said: "The Lord does not live here, he lives up in Heaven. She thinks this is Paradise," she added, turning to her sister.
It worried them to see her running about barefooted, and they carefully examined her feet, fearing she might have been bitten by some creeping thing in the wood. "Why does not the child wear boots?" said the old lady. Her head shook so funnily when she spoke, all the white curls bobbed--just like bluebells.
Ditte had no boots.
"Good Heavens! do you hear that, Grandmother, the child has no boots. Have you nothing at all to put on your feet?"
"Bogie-man," burst out Ditte, laughing roguishly.
She was tired now of answering all their questions. However, they dragged out of her that she had a pair of wooden shoes, which were being kept for winter.
"Then with the help of G.o.d she shall have a pair of my cloth ones,"
said the old lady. "Give her a pair, Asta; and take a fairly good pair."
"Certainly, Grandmother," answered one of the young women--the one Ditte liked best.
So Ditte was put into the cloth boots. Then she was given different kinds of food, such as she had never tasted before, and did not care for either; she kept to the bread, being most familiar with that--greatly to the astonishment of the three women.
"She is fastidious," said one of the young ladies.
"It can hardly be called that, when she prefers bread to anything else," answered Miss Asta eagerly. "But she is evidently accustomed to very plain food, and yet see how healthy she is." She drew the little one to her and kissed her.
"Let her take it home with her," said the old lady, "such children of nature never eat in captivity. My husband once captured a little wild monkey down on the Gold Coast, but was obliged to let it go again because it refused to eat."
Then Ditte was given the food packed into a pretty little basket of red and white straw; a Leghorn hat was put upon her head, and a large red bow adorned her breast. She enjoyed all this very much--but suddenly, remembering her Granny, wanted to go home. She stood pulling the door handle, and they had to let this amusing little wood goblin out again. Hurriedly a few strawberries were put into the basket, and off she disappeared into the wood.
"I hope she can find her way back again," said Miss Asta looking after her with dreaming eyes.
Ditte certainly found her way home. It was fortunate that in her longing to be there, she entirely forgot what was in the basket.
Otherwise old Maren would have gone to her grave without ever having tasted strawberries.
After that Ditte often ran deep into the forest, in the hope that the adventure would repeat itself. It had been a wonderful experience, the most wonderful in her life. Old Maren encouraged her too. "You just go right into the thicket," she said. "Naught can harm you, for you"re a Sunday child. And when you get to the charmed house, you must ask for a pair of cloth boots for me too. Say that old Granny has water in her legs and can hardly bear shoes on her feet."
The river was easily found, but she did not meet the beautiful ladies again, and the footbridge with the gate had disappeared.
There were woods on the other side of the river just as on this, the Lord"s face she could no longer find either, look as she might; Fairyland was no more.
"You"ll see, "twas naught but a dream," said old Maren.
"But, Granny, the strawberries," answered Ditte.
Ay, the strawberries--that was true enough! Maren had eaten some of them herself, and she had never tasted anything so delicious either.
Twenty times bigger than wild strawberries, and satisfying too--so unlike other berries, which only upset one.
"The dream goblin, who took you to Fairyland, gave you those so that other folks might taste them too," said the old one at last.
And with this explanation they were satisfied.
CHAPTER X
DITTE GETS A FATHER